Chapter 13
I hadn’t expected Ash to move so quickly, but his efficiency spoke volumes about his excitement.
The moment I suggested marriage, before I could even catch my breath, he was already on the phone making
arrangements.
Within an hour, he’d secured an appointment at the city’s most exclusive bridal boutique.
Watching him in action was like seeing a master conductor – every detail orchestrated perfectly.
While I was being measured for my dress, he was simultaneously coordinating with his family’s estate manager about the wedding venue, texting his lawyer about marriage documents, and consulting with his personal assistant about engagement announcements.
His usual composed demeanor had given way to barely contained joy, though he tried to hide it behind his efficient business manner.
“The Harrington estate needs preparation for the ceremony,” he murmured between calls, his eyes softening every time they met mine. “And mother will want to host an engagement dinner next week.”
After the fitting, where I’d chosen a custom design that made Ash’s eyes darken appreciatively, I came out to find little Emma taking a call.
Seeing me, she ran over with my phone, looking guilty. “I’m sorry, Aunt Olivia! Someone called while I was playing games on your phone, and I accidentally hit answer. I didn’t mean to!”
I glanced at the screen – an unknown number.
Through the speaker came a trembling, furious voice: “Olivia, you’ve gone too far!”
I paused for a moment, recognizing Julian’s voice with a mixture of annoyance and boredom.
How tiresome that he was still trying to play these games.
Without hesitation, I ended the call and gently ruffled Emma’s hair. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Keep playing your game.”
I turned back to watch Ash discussing flower arrangements with the boutique’s wedding planner, his quiet excitement evident in every gesture.
This was what real love looked like – not dramatic phone calls and manufactured drama, but careful planning for a shared future.
